Snowflakes Poems Novels & Stories

Opening her eyes, she found herself amidst a frozen wasteland. The air crackled with an intense cold that seeped into her very bones, causing uncontrollable trembles. Swirling snowflakes filled the air, whipped into a frenzy by a merciless blizzard. The howling wind deafened her ears, and each gust felt like a thousand icy needles piercing her skin. A vast expanse of snow-covered mountains stretched out before her, their majestic peaks obscured by dark storm clouds. The landscape presented a stark contrast to anything she had ever seen, with jagged rocks jutting out from the frozen earth and towering pines hunched under the weight of snow.

Now the sky spills winter onto the streets like some strange trick of nature. But it’s beautiful. The flakes float slowly past the window, only a few centimetres from my face. They glide downward toward the small parking lot below, landing gently on the pavement and the roofs of the cars. And the moment they touch the ground, they disappear. Melted. Gone. It should ruin the moment, but somehow it doesn’t. If anything, it makes it more magical. Fleeting. Fragile. A quiet little miracle that only exists for a few seconds before dissolving into nothing.

I dashed to that thing. “Zeve! Where are you going?” As expected, Amor ran after me. Morfan and others stayed at some distance while I plucked the Snowystals. The crystal flowers that bloom only in the snow. I had read about them in books, but never saw one in real life. Transparent petals of ice with blue veins like snowflakes. Slight blue tint and scent like that of rose dancing with petrichor. Looked like lilies, but petals stretched out like hibiscus.

Several splinters of ice fell free, etched and unique like the snowflakes of winter, and just as brief in their existence, melting before the ground touched them. A growl of thunder rolled the sky, light shimmering maliciously along the rims of the cloud, foretelling the chaos that would shortly follow.

I gazed up at the gray sky, it started to snow. A single snowflake fell through my face, caressing my cheeks gently. I breathed out a puff of air parting the snow that fell. A smile found its way to my face, spreading my hands slowly, I giggled like a little girl and twirled around the snow-covered ground and skipped as I gaze up, looking at the snow fall down my face. I stood still for a moment, relishing the beauty of the snow as it fell.

A day before my wedding, my fiancee, Claudia George, was suddenly required to go on a business trip to North City. “There are some issues with the project. The issue should be settled by tomorrow morning, and I’ll return immediately. I won’t delay the wedding at all.” She was afraid that I would overthink the situation, so she video-called me right after she landed. In the video call, she was wearing the down jacket that I had bought her. Behind her was the white wall of the hotel. It was snowing heavily outside the window. She showed me the entire room. There was one pillow on the bed, and one set of toiletries on the sink. She even opened the closet for me to have a look. I nod

When I looked down at the snow in my hand, it had already melted into a pool of crystal clear water in the palm of my hand, dripping down through the gaps between my fingers. Why are all the beautiful things in the world fragile? Isn't snow the purest soul of the world? The like of a snowflake is like a shooting star, penetrating the darkness and illuminating the universe though disappearing in a flash. My parents passed away and I became an orphan. An orphan's life was like this snowflake, swirling, flying, floating, and eventually falling into the darkness. If I died today, no one would shed a tear. No one would even know that I had ever visited this world. No one would mourn for me. I was

And then Knight whispered, ‘Caleb, look up. The blossom was dying. It fell from the trees, falling slowly, sadly, to the earth. I froze, a sob building in my chest as I watched the petals twirl to the ground. The once-green buds beside them withered, turning brown and drying out before they, too, tumbled down. A snowflake landed on my nose. It melted as it touched my skin. Another fell, then another. It was snowing again. It was snowing again. I fell to my knees. The moss was shrivelling up; I hit hard stone.

She watched as a little snowflake danced through the air and landed on her nose, leaving behind a cold yet comforting feeling. Even as her body ached and burned painfully from the multiple cuts, her stomach grumbling from starvation, her throat scratching from thirst and her muscles begging for rest, she still felt free. As she shivered from the cold, her teeth chattering from the spine chilling weather and the blood dripping down the side of her head and hands, she still smiled at the endless snowflakes that danced through the night.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.